Horror
Stranded on the Frozen Edge
The endless expanse of icy water stretched to the horizon, as the winds howled and the freighter, *The Northern Star*, groaned in protest. Somewhere in the remote Alaskan waters, cut off from civilization, the ship had broken down. Its engines sputtered and died two days ago, leaving the crew stranded on a drifting, deteriorating hunk of metal.
By Usman Zafarabout a year ago in Chapters
PRODROME (ch. 3): Whoopty-Doo!. Content Warning.
Catch up on PRODROME! Read episode 1 below: * This space belongs to a dead man, Riley ruminated. Every time he became comfortable in the cramped, hard cot, his mind snapped back to the idea that his room was haunted by a sharpshooting, food cooking, stand-up guy this reality had so cruelly stolen from his new roommates. Is this bed cursed? Am I next?
By Cody Ray George (Author)about a year ago in Chapters
The Guardian of Shadows. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: The Return of the Memories The wind whispered across the hills when Clara awoke. The air was fresh, and the city around her seemed unchanged, but something inside her was different. The emptiness in her mind, where the memories of Elias, Marcos, and the mystery of the seasons had once been, began to fill with a strange sensation. It wasn't just the landscape that seemed renewed, but Clara also felt as if she had been transformed.
By Bianca Rodrigues about a year ago in Chapters
PRODROME (ch. 2): Dummy. Content Warning.
Catch up on PRODROME! Read episode 1 below: * Rather than haphazardly running up the slanted staircase, Riley stretched his ascent more than twice as long as it should've taken. Each placement of either foot was accounted for — every pound of pressure and every cant of his big toes. Though the handiwork of the stairs appeared completely unreliable, the planks, bloated from seasons of rainfall, didn't so much as creak. He finally exhaled when he reached the top.
By Cody Ray George (Author)about a year ago in Chapters
PRODROME (ch. 1): Shake On It. Content Warning.
Choking on the stuffy interior of a glorified supply closet, Riley tried his hardest to listen to the words that trickled from an elderly woman's split lips. Dehydration sapped her face of color. She presented to him as the swaying, half-dead matriarch of a paranoid, Southern hamlet. A handful of seconds ticked by, and he drew in a breath so sharp, it stung his lungs. "Sorry, I—"
By Cody Ray George (Author)about a year ago in Chapters











